Magnolia Cross
Coffee stain on the boob of her
dress shirt. A six inch run on the knee of her favorite tights. If that wasn’t
enough, Magnolia dropped her last contact into the black hole of her bathroom
floor. The roar of maddening annoyance that erupted out of her would have
brought a grizzly bear to its knees.
She really shouldn’t have laughed
at Troy for dropping that plate of doughnuts during the intern luncheon because
karma was kicking her ass today.
Alternating between cursing and
screaming like a pissed off banshee, Magnolia removed her other contact and
grabbed her glasses from the shelf. Of all the days for her luck to go south,
it had to be the first day of her interview rotation. The one day she needed to
look presentable, and at least appear as if she had her shit together, she
would show up a total hot mess.
She stuck a blueberry bagel in her
mouth, then ripped off the ruined tights. She replaced them with a pair of
polka dotted pantyhose. Not exactly professional. The design had a sex appeal
that wasn’t appropriate for an on-air interview. She paired them with a plain
black pencil skirt, and exchanged her coffee soaked shirt for a simple midnight
sweater in hope of toning it down.
Magnolia took a quick glance in the
mirror. If she was going to a funeral at a night club, she totally nailed it.
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